“He’s in a slump. A great big-ass one. And his father’s pissed. The Stars demoted him, and his dad thinks it was unfair, but he also thinks his son isn’t working hard enough. His brother’s a star, and he’s got that to live up to.”
“Wild…” I murmur. “Wait. He’s Declan Wild’s brother?”
“One and the same. And he’s got the talent, but not the drive. So here he is.”
I shrug. “Sounds like a big nightmare.”
“Well, he’s our nightmare now. Let’s see what he can do.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Help him out with anything he needs. If he has questions, is confused, needs guidance—help him acclimate to the Cannons. Nobody knows the lay of the land here better than you do, right?”
You could say that again. The thing is I’m a complete introvert, especially with men. But I’m used to talking to the players, so this should be fine.
“Go introduce yourself to him now. He’s right down the hall. And good luck—he’s a bit of a prima donna.”
Grabbing the ice skates, I walk out of my office and into the players’ lounge. Only one guy is in here, and his back is to me. I clear my throat, feeling how sweaty my palms already are. God, I’m pathetic.
“Mr. Wild? I’m Savannah Virginia McMann, an assistant for Coach Craig. It’s nice to meet you.”
The guy turns around and faces me.
All four pairs of skates slip out of my hands and crash to the ground at my feet.
The line-cutter from the coffee shop—and the man who just saved me from a mugging—is Cameron Wild.
Chapter Three
Cameron and I stare at each other in silence until he cracks a smile.
“I can honestly say I didn’t think I’d see you again.” His voice is low and husky.
I suck in a breath. “Sorry to disappoint you.”
His eyes fix on me. “I didn’t say I was disappointed, Savannah Virginia. I said I was surprised.”
O-kay. My stomach flips over, and I take a step backward.
Is he flirting with me?
“You ran off so fast earlier.” His eyes search mine. “Are you sure you’re all right?”
“Yes. Thank you for helping me.” I clear my throat and start again. “Coach Craig has instructed me to offer you my services.”
Cam’s eyes fill with amusement and he breaks into a wide smile. His white teeth are straight and predatory, and he’s left his jacket on the chair behind him, revealing a black t-shirt that shows off his muscled arms.
“You want to offer me your services, huh? That’s a tempting offer.”
My cheeks fill with heat. “I meant my services related to helping you score.”
Now Cameron’s full-out laughing, and I’m so flustered I take a step forward and trip over the ice skates I dropped on the ground.
I go down on my hands and knees.
“Crap.” I try to stand up, but one of my feet gets tangled up in the laces of a pair of skates.
I sit down and methodically begin to untangle the laces. Before I can get anywhere, two strong hands reach in and take over the task.
